“We were best friends once, a long time ago ... And, like you, I miss your Mary.”I started at the mention of my late wife. Even after five years t...e void she left was manifest. I never knew that my wife was acquainted with my childhood sweetheart. I met and married Mary in a different town and, although we moved back to my hometown shortly after, Mary and Connie would have revolved in quite different social circles. Besides, Mary never mentioned Connie, who I hadn’t spoken to since I left. She took the first-aid kit and cleaned the wounds, then put large gauze pads in place and set up a plasma bottle. Mike had been bleeding like a stuck pig, but his respiration was normal, and his pulse felt strong. When she held his face and kissed him, his lips felt cold. When the plasma bottle was drained, she replaced it with a fresh one. As he took the fluid into his body, she thought she could see his color improve.Kelly went back to her vantage point. Again, she could see the Russians. It was thrilling, to bend over her again, supporting his weight on one hand and raising the small package to his mouth. He tore it open with his teeth, eyes never leaving hers, just like earlier tonight, when she drank from his beer. She wasn’t smiling now, but it was good anyway. Camille’s hands were on his now, and she took the condom out of his grasp, threw the package on the side, and put it on for him expertly. He gasped, when cold rubber engulfed his shaft, but then there she was with her. I thought you deserved to have the experience, too, so I did it willingly. I wasn’t coerced. If you had wanted to step into something I’m not comfortable with – say hitting me or peeing on me – I would have told you no. As it stands now, you and I are equals because there is nothing you have done to me that I haven’t willingly done back to you.“Does that help you understand?”Tiffany nodded thoughtfully before looking up at her friend and smiling.“We’re not equal!” she said with a laugh that.